01x06 - Too Hot to Handle
Posted: 05/23/22 06:19
You guys here for
the safe-cracking job?
take a number.
so, what's the story about
This guy?
he's shelling out a cool
Million to bust open a safe.
That's all anybody needs to
Know.
p'andor: Next!
so, where's the safe that
Needs cracking?
p'andor: You're looking at
It.
o-kay.
[ electronic crackling ]
[ zapping ]
What is this made of?!
p'andor: Next!
this should be fun.
[ laughing maniacally ]
[ metal scraping ]
[ metal clattering ]
I've got another blade right
Here.
p'andor: Next!
aaaaaaaaaah!
[ metal clanging ]
[ breathing heavily ]
p'andor: Next!
I said, "next!"
[ footsteps approaching ]
kevin: Sorry. Am I late?
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p'andor: I didn't realize
There was an osmosian on this
Planet or a supply of taedenite.
kevin: You guys might want to
Move back.
[ taedenite scraping ]
[ grunts ]
That's $ million cash, right?
[ beeping rapidly ]
Radiation?
What do you got in there, big
Guy?
p'andor: Don't ask questions.
Just open it.
kevin: Don't think so -- not
Until you tell me what's going
On here.
p'andor: You open up this
Suit, and I pay you.
That's all you need to know.
kevin: That's not how I do
Business.
Gentlemen.
p'andor: $ , to whoever
Stops him!
[ laughs maniacally ]
kevin: [ grunts ]
aah!
aah!
kevin: Wasting your time,
Fellas.
Nothing's harder than taedenite.
[ grunts ]
[ grunts ]
Unh!
do I still get the grand
If I bring him back in pieces?
p'andor: Let him go.
I have everything I need.
gwen: Any sign of our alien
Fugitives?
ben: Nothing.
I'm starting to wonder about
Jimmy's alien-sighting tip.
gwen: Because -year-old
Internet fan geeks are known for
Their scrupulous fact checking?
ben: Jimmy's usually right,
Though.
Maybe kevin had better luck.
gwen: We should've heard from
Him by now.
It's not like him not to call.
ben: What do you mean?
It's totally like him not to
Call.
gwen: I mean not to call me.
ben: Oh.
[ tires screeching ]
kevin: I found one of our
Missing aliens.
This one's hot -- really hot.
ben: P'andor?
kevin: Yep.
And whatever he is inside that
Armor, we do not want to let him
Out.
gwen: So, how can we help
Him?
kevin: Help him?
I'm gonna go back there and put
A beating on him.
You guys in or what?
gwen: We're supposed to be
Rescuing the escaped aliens,
Not attacking them.
kevin: Fine.
Rescue what's left after I pound
Him.
ben: I hate to take sides,
But kevin's right.
gwen: He is?
kevin: I am?
ben: Well, half right.
We need to go back there to
Investigate.
kevin: Fine.
We'll investigate.
Then we'll pound him.
gwen: I'm not picking up any
Radiation.
You sure this is the right
Place?
kevin: Yeah, and we need to
Find p'andor fast before he
Escapes from that armor.
ben: I thought nothing could
Penetrate it.
kevin: Except the taedenite
Sample I might've accidently
Left behind.
ben: Why were you searching
For alien fugitives with a
Taedenite sample?
kevin: I might not have
Exactly been searching for
Aliens.
I mean, I was at first.
Then I heard a rumor about a guy
Offering big money to bust open
A...
Difficult thing to bust open.
ben: And so you thought you'd
Pick up some extra cash by
Irradiating an entire city?
kevin: I didn't open it, did
I?
ben: No.
You just left behind the one
Thing he needed to do it
Himself.
And now we have no idea where to
Find him.
gwen: Yes, we do.
Whoever touched this case last,
He's close.
[ drill whirring ]
whoa, shut it off -- now!
Did we just strike uranium?
Radiation levels are spiking
Like crazy!
We need to clear out of here
Right --
[ expl*si*n ]
step away from the drill!
I'd hate to mess up my nice, new
Buzz saw!
[ indistinct shouting ]
p'andor: Out of our way!
humongousaur: Road's closed,
Losers.
aaaaaaaaaaah!
humongousaur: Ow!
[ groans ]
[ shouts ]
Unh!
Unh!
humongousaur: I'd like a word
With your boss.
kevin: I want that taedenite
Back!
Unh!
gwen: We should try talking
Before we start hitting.
kevin: [ grunts ]
It works better for me the other
Way around.
gwen: It's all right.
We know you're on the run from
Aggregor.
We've already helped two of your
Friends.
We're not here to hurt you.
We just want to help you get
Home.
p'andor: If you really want
To help, then free me from this
Armor.
I am starving inside this
Prison!
[ warbling ]
kevin: Don't!
gwen: Unh!
What are you doing?!
kevin: I'm telling you, you
Do not want to bust that thing
Open.
gwen: Busting things is your
Job.
I was just trying to read the
Armor -- figure out how it
Works.
[ warbling ]
Unh!
kevin: What did you do to
Her?!
[ metal clanging ]
Aah!
Unh!
unh!
humongousaur: Enough of this!
Time to go ultimate!
[ beeping ]
ultimate humongousaur:
Ultimate humongousaur!
You mess with my friends, you
Mess with...
Uh-oh.
kevin: Ow!
ultimate humongousaur: Sorry.
kevin: I totally forgive you.
Anybody can make a mistake.
gwen: Like leaving the
Taedenite behind?
kevin: For instance.
ultimate humongousaur:
P'andor got away with the drill!
gwen: Only because you guys
Have been thinking with your
Fists instead of your brains.
kevin: Well, what were you
Thinking when you tried to help
That guy?
gwen: I'm thinking he's
Scared, on the run from
Aggregor, and probably starving
To death.
Wouldn't you be desperate to get
Out of that armor?
kevin: So, desperation makes
Him trustworthy?
gwen: No.
He'll never trust us if we keep
Attacking him.
kevin: Ever think maybe he's
Sealed inside that armor for a
Reason?
ultimate humongousaur: Guys,
I'm getting a cramp here!
kevin: He's radioactive.
If we let him out of that suit,
He'll k*ll everybody who comes
Near him.
gwen: So we let him starve to
Death?
That's cold, even for you.
kevin: Not cold -- sensible.
You're the one who's not
Thinking strai-- aah!
You did that on purpose!
gwen: I lost my
Concentration.
kevin: That's it!
I'm out of here!
[ metal scraping ]
p'andor: At last!
[ metal clattering ]
[ sizzling ]
we're gonna need another
Drill.
p'andor: No.
We need the osmosian.
[ tires screech ]
[ shouts ]
kevin: Just what I needed.
[ tires screech ]
[ tires screech ]
[ saw whirring ]
kevin: [ groans ]
let's open him up and see
What's inside.
wait. We need him alive.
This operation requires
Precision and accuracy.
kevin: [ groans ]
[ footsteps approaching ]
p'andor: Time to finish the
Job you started, osmosian.
kevin: How stupid do you
Think I am?
stupid enough to get caught.
stupid enough to pass up a
Million bucks.
stupid enough to take us on.
come on, you lousy freak!
what, are you afraid?
your little girlfriend would
Put up more of a fight.
kevin: [ shouts ]
[ shouts ]
p'andor: Also...
You're stupid enough to do that.
Free!
p'andor: At last, no longer
Bound by the shackles of that
Armor!
[ tires screech ]
gwen: Kevin, are you all
Right?
kevin: Thought you were mad
At me.
ben: More like afraid you'd
Do something stupid.
kevin: Good call.
ben: Nothing I can't handle!
[ beep ]
uncataloged dna detected.
ben: Not now.
gwen: He's just celebrating.
He hasn't done anything.
p'andor: [ grunts ]
[ electricity crackling ]
[ beeping rapidly ]
gwen: Your natural form is
Harmful to humans.
We can arrange a ride home for
You.
p'andor: Now, why would I
Ever go home?
This planet is like an
All-you-can-eat buffet.
Aah!
unknown dna sample acquired.
Scan complete.
p'andor: Your w*apon cannot
Hurt me.
gwen: It's not a weap--
ben: Gwen!
jetray: Jetray!
kevin: Gwen!
gwen: [ moans ]
kevin: Gwen...
Oh, man, don't ever do that.
jetray: Whoa.
P'andor, you can't stay on
Earth.
Your radiation will eventually
k*ll us!
p'andor: I appreciate the
Snack, aerophibian.
jetray: Unh!
p'andor: But I sense a full
Meal nearby.
this mean we're not getting
Paid?!
[ all shout ]
[ groans ]
That's a "no."
[ rocks clatter ]
gwen: Go ahead -- say, "I
Told you so."
kevin: Forget it.
You're almost always right, and
You never call me on it.
I do have a plan, though.
jetray: So, how do you stop
An alien you can't even touch?
What would gwen do?
Make friends with him.
That's stupid.
Or maybe not!
He's already got friends on
Earth.
[ beep ]
p'andor!
It's me.
p'andor: Bivalvan?
I thought you already found a
Way home.
this planet's a waste of
Time.
Take some advice from a friend
And go home.
p'andor: This does not
Concern you.
I can't let you stay here.
p'andor: It's not up to you.
Unh!
[ steam hissing ]
[ glass shatters ]
[ alarm blaring ]
[ indistinct shouting ]
[ monitor beeping ]
ben: Maybe not the best
Strategy.
p'andor: Yes...
Sweet, pure energy!
[ beeping rapidly ]
ben: Radiation level's off
The scale.
Better cool this guy down.
[ beep ]
big chill: Big chill!
p'andor: You dare interrupt
My meal?!
big chill: I can't touch you.
You can't touch me.
Oh, man!
kevin: Get the armor back on
Him!
gwen: Easier said than done.
[ whirring ]
both: Aah!
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: Aah!
Aah!
[ groans ]
kevin: If this stuff can hold
You, I'm betting it can touch
You.
p'andor: Unh!
[ rocks clattering ]
[ metal creaks ]
I need...
To refuel.
Now I must feed off the source.
[ grunts ]
[ radiation crackling ]
[ beeping rapidly ]
[ crackling continues ]
kevin: Forget it, gwen.
Radiation level's in the red.
Get out now!
gwen: I can do this!
kevin: I know you can, but
You're not protected like me and
Ben.
gwen: But...
kevin: Think with your
Brains, not your fists.
That's my job.
gwen: Okay.
[ crackling continues ]
[ ice clattering ]
[ steam hissing ]
p'andor: Not a meal -- a
Feast!
[ metal clatters ]
[ steam hisses ]
kevin: Ugh!
gwen: Guys, you can't fight
P'andor!
He just fed on the uranium
Core!
He's a living nuclear reactor!
big chill: So, what do we do?
gwen: Kevin, you see those
Carbon rods?
They absorb excess neutrons and
Control the rate of the nuclear
Reaction.
kevin: On it.
[ grunts ]
p'andor: Unh!
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: [ grunts ]
[ electricity zapping ]
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: [ grunting ]
Stop!
[ whirring ]
kevin: I can't hold him!
big chill: I know who can.
p'andor: Ohh!
Cannonbolt: Cannonbolt!
kevin: [ grunts ]
cannonbolt: Maybe I've got
Something that'll work better!
[ beeping ]
ultimate cannonbolt: Ultimate
Cannonbolt!
kevin: How'd you know I'd be
Able to absorb the armor and
Morph it around p'andor?
ultimate cannonbolt: Is that
What you did?
p'andor: [ grunting ]
kevin: Don't worry about him.
I made some alterations to his
Suit.
[ metal creaking ]
we'll make sure he's deported
Back to his home planet.
[ air whooshes ]
ben: That leaves two of
Aggregor's former captives at
Large.
gwen: Hopefully, they'll be a
Little more cooperative than
P'andor.
[ alarm blaring ]
[ blaring continues ]
[ both shout ]
[ metal pings ]
[ air rushes ]
aggregor: Did you really
Think you could escape from me?
p'andor: Aggregor!
the safe-cracking job?
take a number.
so, what's the story about
This guy?
he's shelling out a cool
Million to bust open a safe.
That's all anybody needs to
Know.
p'andor: Next!
so, where's the safe that
Needs cracking?
p'andor: You're looking at
It.
o-kay.
[ electronic crackling ]
[ zapping ]
What is this made of?!
p'andor: Next!
this should be fun.
[ laughing maniacally ]
[ metal scraping ]
[ metal clattering ]
I've got another blade right
Here.
p'andor: Next!
aaaaaaaaaah!
[ metal clanging ]
[ breathing heavily ]
p'andor: Next!
I said, "next!"
[ footsteps approaching ]
kevin: Sorry. Am I late?
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p'andor: I didn't realize
There was an osmosian on this
Planet or a supply of taedenite.
kevin: You guys might want to
Move back.
[ taedenite scraping ]
[ grunts ]
That's $ million cash, right?
[ beeping rapidly ]
Radiation?
What do you got in there, big
Guy?
p'andor: Don't ask questions.
Just open it.
kevin: Don't think so -- not
Until you tell me what's going
On here.
p'andor: You open up this
Suit, and I pay you.
That's all you need to know.
kevin: That's not how I do
Business.
Gentlemen.
p'andor: $ , to whoever
Stops him!
[ laughs maniacally ]
kevin: [ grunts ]
aah!
aah!
kevin: Wasting your time,
Fellas.
Nothing's harder than taedenite.
[ grunts ]
[ grunts ]
Unh!
do I still get the grand
If I bring him back in pieces?
p'andor: Let him go.
I have everything I need.
gwen: Any sign of our alien
Fugitives?
ben: Nothing.
I'm starting to wonder about
Jimmy's alien-sighting tip.
gwen: Because -year-old
Internet fan geeks are known for
Their scrupulous fact checking?
ben: Jimmy's usually right,
Though.
Maybe kevin had better luck.
gwen: We should've heard from
Him by now.
It's not like him not to call.
ben: What do you mean?
It's totally like him not to
Call.
gwen: I mean not to call me.
ben: Oh.
[ tires screeching ]
kevin: I found one of our
Missing aliens.
This one's hot -- really hot.
ben: P'andor?
kevin: Yep.
And whatever he is inside that
Armor, we do not want to let him
Out.
gwen: So, how can we help
Him?
kevin: Help him?
I'm gonna go back there and put
A beating on him.
You guys in or what?
gwen: We're supposed to be
Rescuing the escaped aliens,
Not attacking them.
kevin: Fine.
Rescue what's left after I pound
Him.
ben: I hate to take sides,
But kevin's right.
gwen: He is?
kevin: I am?
ben: Well, half right.
We need to go back there to
Investigate.
kevin: Fine.
We'll investigate.
Then we'll pound him.
gwen: I'm not picking up any
Radiation.
You sure this is the right
Place?
kevin: Yeah, and we need to
Find p'andor fast before he
Escapes from that armor.
ben: I thought nothing could
Penetrate it.
kevin: Except the taedenite
Sample I might've accidently
Left behind.
ben: Why were you searching
For alien fugitives with a
Taedenite sample?
kevin: I might not have
Exactly been searching for
Aliens.
I mean, I was at first.
Then I heard a rumor about a guy
Offering big money to bust open
A...
Difficult thing to bust open.
ben: And so you thought you'd
Pick up some extra cash by
Irradiating an entire city?
kevin: I didn't open it, did
I?
ben: No.
You just left behind the one
Thing he needed to do it
Himself.
And now we have no idea where to
Find him.
gwen: Yes, we do.
Whoever touched this case last,
He's close.
[ drill whirring ]
whoa, shut it off -- now!
Did we just strike uranium?
Radiation levels are spiking
Like crazy!
We need to clear out of here
Right --
[ expl*si*n ]
step away from the drill!
I'd hate to mess up my nice, new
Buzz saw!
[ indistinct shouting ]
p'andor: Out of our way!
humongousaur: Road's closed,
Losers.
aaaaaaaaaaah!
humongousaur: Ow!
[ groans ]
[ shouts ]
Unh!
Unh!
humongousaur: I'd like a word
With your boss.
kevin: I want that taedenite
Back!
Unh!
gwen: We should try talking
Before we start hitting.
kevin: [ grunts ]
It works better for me the other
Way around.
gwen: It's all right.
We know you're on the run from
Aggregor.
We've already helped two of your
Friends.
We're not here to hurt you.
We just want to help you get
Home.
p'andor: If you really want
To help, then free me from this
Armor.
I am starving inside this
Prison!
[ warbling ]
kevin: Don't!
gwen: Unh!
What are you doing?!
kevin: I'm telling you, you
Do not want to bust that thing
Open.
gwen: Busting things is your
Job.
I was just trying to read the
Armor -- figure out how it
Works.
[ warbling ]
Unh!
kevin: What did you do to
Her?!
[ metal clanging ]
Aah!
Unh!
unh!
humongousaur: Enough of this!
Time to go ultimate!
[ beeping ]
ultimate humongousaur:
Ultimate humongousaur!
You mess with my friends, you
Mess with...
Uh-oh.
kevin: Ow!
ultimate humongousaur: Sorry.
kevin: I totally forgive you.
Anybody can make a mistake.
gwen: Like leaving the
Taedenite behind?
kevin: For instance.
ultimate humongousaur:
P'andor got away with the drill!
gwen: Only because you guys
Have been thinking with your
Fists instead of your brains.
kevin: Well, what were you
Thinking when you tried to help
That guy?
gwen: I'm thinking he's
Scared, on the run from
Aggregor, and probably starving
To death.
Wouldn't you be desperate to get
Out of that armor?
kevin: So, desperation makes
Him trustworthy?
gwen: No.
He'll never trust us if we keep
Attacking him.
kevin: Ever think maybe he's
Sealed inside that armor for a
Reason?
ultimate humongousaur: Guys,
I'm getting a cramp here!
kevin: He's radioactive.
If we let him out of that suit,
He'll k*ll everybody who comes
Near him.
gwen: So we let him starve to
Death?
That's cold, even for you.
kevin: Not cold -- sensible.
You're the one who's not
Thinking strai-- aah!
You did that on purpose!
gwen: I lost my
Concentration.
kevin: That's it!
I'm out of here!
[ metal scraping ]
p'andor: At last!
[ metal clattering ]
[ sizzling ]
we're gonna need another
Drill.
p'andor: No.
We need the osmosian.
[ tires screech ]
[ shouts ]
kevin: Just what I needed.
[ tires screech ]
[ tires screech ]
[ saw whirring ]
kevin: [ groans ]
let's open him up and see
What's inside.
wait. We need him alive.
This operation requires
Precision and accuracy.
kevin: [ groans ]
[ footsteps approaching ]
p'andor: Time to finish the
Job you started, osmosian.
kevin: How stupid do you
Think I am?
stupid enough to get caught.
stupid enough to pass up a
Million bucks.
stupid enough to take us on.
come on, you lousy freak!
what, are you afraid?
your little girlfriend would
Put up more of a fight.
kevin: [ shouts ]
[ shouts ]
p'andor: Also...
You're stupid enough to do that.
Free!
p'andor: At last, no longer
Bound by the shackles of that
Armor!
[ tires screech ]
gwen: Kevin, are you all
Right?
kevin: Thought you were mad
At me.
ben: More like afraid you'd
Do something stupid.
kevin: Good call.
ben: Nothing I can't handle!
[ beep ]
uncataloged dna detected.
ben: Not now.
gwen: He's just celebrating.
He hasn't done anything.
p'andor: [ grunts ]
[ electricity crackling ]
[ beeping rapidly ]
gwen: Your natural form is
Harmful to humans.
We can arrange a ride home for
You.
p'andor: Now, why would I
Ever go home?
This planet is like an
All-you-can-eat buffet.
Aah!
unknown dna sample acquired.
Scan complete.
p'andor: Your w*apon cannot
Hurt me.
gwen: It's not a weap--
ben: Gwen!
jetray: Jetray!
kevin: Gwen!
gwen: [ moans ]
kevin: Gwen...
Oh, man, don't ever do that.
jetray: Whoa.
P'andor, you can't stay on
Earth.
Your radiation will eventually
k*ll us!
p'andor: I appreciate the
Snack, aerophibian.
jetray: Unh!
p'andor: But I sense a full
Meal nearby.
this mean we're not getting
Paid?!
[ all shout ]
[ groans ]
That's a "no."
[ rocks clatter ]
gwen: Go ahead -- say, "I
Told you so."
kevin: Forget it.
You're almost always right, and
You never call me on it.
I do have a plan, though.
jetray: So, how do you stop
An alien you can't even touch?
What would gwen do?
Make friends with him.
That's stupid.
Or maybe not!
He's already got friends on
Earth.
[ beep ]
p'andor!
It's me.
p'andor: Bivalvan?
I thought you already found a
Way home.
this planet's a waste of
Time.
Take some advice from a friend
And go home.
p'andor: This does not
Concern you.
I can't let you stay here.
p'andor: It's not up to you.
Unh!
[ steam hissing ]
[ glass shatters ]
[ alarm blaring ]
[ indistinct shouting ]
[ monitor beeping ]
ben: Maybe not the best
Strategy.
p'andor: Yes...
Sweet, pure energy!
[ beeping rapidly ]
ben: Radiation level's off
The scale.
Better cool this guy down.
[ beep ]
big chill: Big chill!
p'andor: You dare interrupt
My meal?!
big chill: I can't touch you.
You can't touch me.
Oh, man!
kevin: Get the armor back on
Him!
gwen: Easier said than done.
[ whirring ]
both: Aah!
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: Aah!
Aah!
[ groans ]
kevin: If this stuff can hold
You, I'm betting it can touch
You.
p'andor: Unh!
[ rocks clattering ]
[ metal creaks ]
I need...
To refuel.
Now I must feed off the source.
[ grunts ]
[ radiation crackling ]
[ beeping rapidly ]
[ crackling continues ]
kevin: Forget it, gwen.
Radiation level's in the red.
Get out now!
gwen: I can do this!
kevin: I know you can, but
You're not protected like me and
Ben.
gwen: But...
kevin: Think with your
Brains, not your fists.
That's my job.
gwen: Okay.
[ crackling continues ]
[ ice clattering ]
[ steam hissing ]
p'andor: Not a meal -- a
Feast!
[ metal clatters ]
[ steam hisses ]
kevin: Ugh!
gwen: Guys, you can't fight
P'andor!
He just fed on the uranium
Core!
He's a living nuclear reactor!
big chill: So, what do we do?
gwen: Kevin, you see those
Carbon rods?
They absorb excess neutrons and
Control the rate of the nuclear
Reaction.
kevin: On it.
[ grunts ]
p'andor: Unh!
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: [ grunts ]
[ electricity zapping ]
kevin: Unh!
p'andor: [ grunting ]
Stop!
[ whirring ]
kevin: I can't hold him!
big chill: I know who can.
p'andor: Ohh!
Cannonbolt: Cannonbolt!
kevin: [ grunts ]
cannonbolt: Maybe I've got
Something that'll work better!
[ beeping ]
ultimate cannonbolt: Ultimate
Cannonbolt!
kevin: How'd you know I'd be
Able to absorb the armor and
Morph it around p'andor?
ultimate cannonbolt: Is that
What you did?
p'andor: [ grunting ]
kevin: Don't worry about him.
I made some alterations to his
Suit.
[ metal creaking ]
we'll make sure he's deported
Back to his home planet.
[ air whooshes ]
ben: That leaves two of
Aggregor's former captives at
Large.
gwen: Hopefully, they'll be a
Little more cooperative than
P'andor.
[ alarm blaring ]
[ blaring continues ]
[ both shout ]
[ metal pings ]
[ air rushes ]
aggregor: Did you really
Think you could escape from me?
p'andor: Aggregor!